That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by-and-by black night doth take away.
William ShakespeareChildren wish fathers looked but with their eyes; fathers that children with their judgment looked; and either may be wrong.
William ShakespeareWho could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?
William Shakespeare